The Devil's Book
part onze
I know, I haven't updated here in around 3 years. I'm sorry I really have no excuse, but I shall make up for that. I am truly sorry, but please enjoy this chapter, and the ones coming after, I swear on my GPA that I will post a chapter a day up to what's already done, that like 5 more after this... yeah I know it's a little pathetic. Anyway, please read and review and rate, most of all enjoy and remember that I don't own Harry Potter, because there would be far more boy loving if I did...
That night, when he met up with his new lover, Harry couldn't stop thinking about something as they talked. Draco must have noticed that Harry was distracted because he stopped his assault on the smaller boy's neck.
"What's going on in that head of your's love?"
"I was just wondering why they didn't recognize me, or you for that matter. I get that I was hidden and hard to see, but they were talking to you, and well, you looked like you. Well, you dressed up as a goth superhero/villain or maybe someone into bondage and stuff like that, but it was still you."
Draco grinned before answering. "A goth superhero? Most definitely not. I suppose part of the reason they didn't recognize was that they all had their own preconceived notions of what I looked like. I could have been in my Slytherin uniform and they probably would have seen me the way they saw me last night. It's all psychological, I still looked like me, but since they didn't expect to see Draco Malfoy, they didn't."
"If you say so," Harry said as he cuddled into the blonde's side.
"Well, I do say so, so there!" Draco said squeezing his love closer and nuzzling his hair.
Harry giggled before pushing against Draco, igniting a small tickle war between the two. It ended with Draco falling on his back, pulling Harry on top of him, so that the smaller boy straddled his hips. Harry looked down at his lover, smiling sweetly before bringing his lips down onto the blonde's.
"Have I told you that I love you?" Harry asked as he rested his head on the blonde's chest.
"Yes, but you can never say it too many times. I love you too," Draco said as he pulled his love closer to him.
"In that case, I love you," Harry kissed Draco on the cheek, "love you," on the nose, "love you," on the blonde's eyelids, "love you," and finally on the lips. The blonde smiled in return and allowed Harry a temporary dominance over the kiss.
The two merely made out for what felt like hours until Draco flipped the two so he was on top. With a wicked grin he proceeded to show Harry exactly how much he loved him until their return to Hogwarts.
The next morning Harry stretched as he woke up, his eyes closed as he tried to work out the kinks of sleep. He opened his eyes as he brought his arms down and promptly fell back with a shout.
"Ron! What the hell are you doing?" Harry asked as the red head moved back, giving Harry room to sit up again.
"I was just going to wake you up, mate," the red head said with a grin that looked awfully fake to Harry.
"Well you didn't have to get right in my face. I almost had a bloody fucking heart attack," the petite brunette said as he swiped his hand through his unruly hair. "I'm going to take a shower and try to calm down."
"Stop making such a big deal out of it!" Ron snapped surprising Harry.
The red head stormed out of the room and was followed rather quickly by Seamus and Dean. Harry looked to his one remaining roommate quizzically.
"I don't think I want to know," Neville said as he dragged himself out of his own bed.
"I think I agree with you on that Nev," Harry said slapping the Herbology protégé on the back as the two made their way into the dormitory bathrooms.
"The time to strike is near," Albus Dumbledore said to the assembled group. The day had been rather uneventful, and the headmaster wanted to get the problem of Harry Potter out of the way as soon as possible. "What has he been up to today?"
"He wouldn't talk to me at all, he was hanging out with Longbottom the whole day, he wouldn't even sit next to me," Ron said stepping forward.
"I see, and why do you think this is?" the headmaster asked obviously displeased.
"I have no idea sir."
"Liar, you know you freaked him out this morning, I know I would be freaked out waking up to your mug an inch away from my face," Seamus said with a snort. Dean chuckled in response as Ron turned as red as his hair.
"Silence!" Dumbledore roared. The two Gryffindors quieted. "Is this true Ronald?"
"Yes sir," the young man said trembling.
"Crucio."
"Hey baby."
"Hi Blaise," Neville said as he quickly entered the Slytherin common room. The two ran a quickly as possible to the taller boy's room. Once inside a quick locking and silencing spell was sent at the door before the two collapsed into bed together.
Hours later the two were laying in the bed entwined so thoroughly that they appeared to be one person.
"Did you have any trouble sneaking out tonight love?" Blaise asked the Gryffindor as he nuzzled his hair.
"Hmm, no, none at all. The dorm was completely empty. I mean I expected the others to be meeting with Dumbledore," Neville shivered slightly remembering what those meetings where like. Blaise simply held the boy closer. "but I thought that Harry would be there. I guess he really is seeing someone."
"I think that Draco is too. He seems a lot happier lately and he doesn't get an annoyed look on his face when I talk about how wonderful you are."
At this Neville giggled and sweetly kissed the Slytherin he was in love with. "Do you think I should tell Harry that I'm with someone so he doesn't think it's weird when I leave at night. I men you told Draco and he was fine with it. I don't think Harry would freak out about me dating a slimy Slytherin," Neville asked shyly.
"Baby if I wasn't worried about what our families would say and your safety in your house I would tell the whole world that I am in love with the most amazing person alive, Neville Longbottom!"
With that Blaise leaned in and captured his love's lips, starting another bout of lovemaking that would last throughout the night.